As my dear friend Stephanie once said about my house: ‘it’s a three-ring circus of batshit crazy’. And she was right. Most days it’s a conglomerate of blended family chaos and stay-home mom, work-from-home-designer and just plain too-many-projects-going-on-at-once-stew. Please note here that these projects are largely self imposed and that I am not complaining. I love it. I love the noise. I love the revolving door of neighbors and friends and scheduling and organizing and endless undertakings. But not today. Today the universe conspired to keep me from my appointed rounds. Everything went wrong and nothing went right. And I just thought I’d vent about it with you all, my dear supportive friends. I had a frustrating crappy day. And mostly it was all my fault. I set myself up with too much to do and my knees buckled under the pressure. I should have known better.
Anyway. Thanks for listening. We now return to our regularly scheduled programming and some photos from a delightful day spent at the beach last weekend.
Just popping in to share a link with y’all. I recently completed a blog redesign for a photographer whose photos I’ve admired on Flickr for some time now. I was thrilled when Maegan hired me and I loved working with her. I’m excited to continue working together on a portfolio site for her business.
Maegan often writes about her creative process and inspiration and she hosts a series on the subject titled: ‘Dozen Details’ where she interviews artists about theirs. Today I’m honored to be featured on this series and I hope you’ll take a few minutes to stop over and take a look. While you’re there, be sure to say hi to Maegan—tell her Amy sent you!
We’ve all engaged in discussion of what makes art, and moreover, what makes good art. It’s my opinion that the latter is subjective. But the former? Art and it’s pure definition? Honestly, I haven’t a clue. I know what it is when I’m looking at it, however. When I’m moved or perhaps more succinctly, when everything else stops moving and the moment gives way to the art.
As a photographer I never set out to make art. I seek to see inside a moment or express a feeling. I really never know if the feeling I had hoped to convey is the one the viewer is experiencing when they see the image. I’m fairly certain that it doesn’t matter though. If you’re looking at an image and are moved to any emotion I think something wonderful has happened, and wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to assume what your emotion should be. What one finds exciting another could easily pass over as mundane. It’s the mystery of taste and style, and finding what ignites mine is the force that drives me creatively.
Nothing has ever spoken to me quite the way photography does. The entire concept of capturing light and color overwhelms me. For years I was frozen in my admiration of the photographs of others and have only recently unlocked enough to make images that please me at all. And still so much of it is in the making. The seeing. The taking and the creating. Sometimes the final image isn’t final at all and the pleasure was all in the process.
What moves you in art? Please share your link or thougts in the comments below.